I dislike my inability to accept that people have limits. The overly-high expectations i have for my man. The way i claim to be completely frank and open and honest yet omit a lot of facts from my speech. I hate the way i contradict myself often. hmm...thatll be all for now.
I dislike the way they can try to emotionally destroy another girl and not think twice about it... Girls are EVIL.
I hate when girls in cool cars whistle after me. I hate when I go to a topless bar because the beer is better and they shove their tits in my face. I ask for the manager. I hate when my girlfriend wakes me up in the middle of the nite because she wants to make love like a rabid rabbit. We men are only objects.
yep im just wishin there would be a few girls around here ...im not realy hateing on em and im quite fond of the way they smell n stuff .
...the fact that it's always about them; (You're laying in a crumbled bloody heap on the side of the road. Woman friend happens by) Her: "Naykid! (not my real name) what's wrong"!? You: "It was awful! I got hit by a min-van...then a tar truck turned too fast and dumped it's load right on me...buried me up to my neck in hot tar...after that everybody just thought I was a speed bump...I had to wait until after rush hour to dig myself out...but not before several dogs pissed on my head and a flock of crows ate my face..." Her: *folds arms across chest, rolls eyes* "Uh huh, uh huh, I see...so in other words you're saying I'm fat" ...the way any woman will take any other womans side: Her: "So who hit you"? You: I don't know...some bitch in a min-van...talking on her cell phone" Her: "Well maybe she hit you for calling her a bitch, ever think of that"? ...the way they can't be reasoned with: You: "But I didn't call her a bitch...I didn't say anything to her..." Her: "Yes you did, I just heard you". You: "I'm calling her a bitch now, I didn't say anything to her before the accident.." Her: "Oh I see, now you're changing your story" ...the way what's going on with her is the only thing that's going on in the world: Her: "So anyway I'm having a shitty day: I broke a heel, then my boss yelled at me for making personal calls at work and I'm not sure if this relationship I'm in is going anywhere..." You: "Uh, Ramona? I hate to interrupt but do you think you can calll me an ambulance"? Her: "Oh I seeeee, it's always about you isn't it?"
I don't like that im too emotional. i get upset at stupid shit, like when my man doesnt pay any attention to me after a long day of working on school shit. sometimes i just want him to sit down and talk to me and hold me and i get upset when he doesnt do this. little things he does bother me too. I dont like that and i wish they wouldnt get to me.